My husband has been in San Diego this week for a work conference. I’m happy that he got to go, because I seem to travel more than he does and he deserved the break from our daily routine. The biggest issue with him being gone — for me — is the fact that I couldn’t call/text/email him throughout the day. My sounding board was unavailable, for the most part. We had the chance for an extended chat last night during a layover he had at the Seattle airport and I hope he was able to clean himself from the verbal diarrhea I bombarded him with.
I spent four days and three nights wrangling our three kids, deadlines, and general household duties and lived to tell about it (barely). Here are a few things that kept me sane: